Cat | This is instinct, retribution and survival here

Written by Susan Lane SLCM Keeper of ColourMine

Cat enjoying another day of mastery, fulfilling their royal standing in the ColourMine garden, trying to outwit the neighbourhood defenders.

The Cat Playtime – Another Busy Day

Hell, how can I have another busy day 
I’m up at dawn, I have no say
I get to hear the chorus of the bird throng,
The cats - they like to fawn
They want their flippin’ breakfast at four

It’s not even as though they don’t have food
They have biscuits, water and a clean loo
They’ve got a nice warm bed
Donated by me
I don’t suppose they realise they’re really lucky

They’re obviously trying to run the roost

They give me a boost - I almost land up on my foof 
I realise they don’t care
They just want to go out there
Chasing rats and mice, I know it’s not nice
But that’s country life

I wasn’t sure what they’d do if the chickens came in our garden
To peck about for food
One day the cockerel from next door came through
The cats are not fussy when they’re in a playful mood
But they avoided this bad boy with his bright red hood

The cats hunkered down, thinking to stalk their prey

Wanting to dab and dab again, they usually play a game 
They’ve got lots of patience you see
But this cockerel is far too big, really noisy stamps his feet,
A big white Foghorn Leghorn type
With great big talons on his feet

The cats - they backed away,
Even my big orange boy didn’t want to play,
How did this huge monstrosity get into my garden,
The cats are now playing hide and seek
The cockerel pecking around the compost bins
Which is home to rats, mice and other things

They avoid the full-grown chickens especially

Anything too big and round 
That stares down their grin, and has a plan
But a chick, well, that would be, totally fair game
Especially with no back up hehe

They’re fast and back through they go
Through to the haven that’s their home
Through the rebar which is too small you see
To let the cats through for a game or free meal
No siree

Now after a busy day, it’s time for tea

The cockerel, hens and chicks have disappeared 
Back through the holes and rebar fencing
The cats have wandered back to the conservatory
I’m sitting on my swing with my cup of tea
Mulling over the events of the day
Wondering what to include on ColourMine
From such a colourful day?

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